"It's Mu Dadan!"
"My God! What should I do? I'm a small business."
"Shh, keep your voice down, it will be miserable if he hears you smashing your stall. Let him have a king's meal, and just leave when he is happy."
"That's right, if you lose money, you can avoid disaster, just make a little money."
Everyone whispered, but word by word fell into Mu Hanyan's ears. The corner of Mu Hanyan's mouth twitched, he was extremely speechless. Is she so unpopular now? Listening to these words, I feel like a plague god. This is really a live version that everyone hates.
Mu Hanyan turned her head to look at the stalls on the street, wanting to see what to eat. After meeting the vendor's eyes, the vendor squeezed out a smile, and said in a trembling voice, "Master Mu, what do you want to eat, you can eat whatever you want, it's free." This smile was uglier than crying.
Mu Hanyan sniffed air-conditioning: "I lose my appetite when I see you." After speaking, he continued to walk forward.
The peddler let out a long breath as if he had been pardoned. He was very happy about what Mu Dawan said and he lost his appetite when he saw him. If Mu Dawan had an early meal at his stall and didn't pay for it, it would be fine. If he didn't think it tasted good, he would just overturn his stall, that would be a disaster.
As Mu Hanyan walked all the way, the hawkers on the road were so silent that they didn't dare to move.
Mu Hanyan walked for a while and saw a small stall selling wontons. This is the one. In my impression, the wontons here taste very good. There were still two people eating at the stall at the moment, and after Mu Hanyan sat down, the expressions of those two people changed. I didn't even bother to eat the wontons in the bowl, so I dropped a few copper coins and ran away.
The owner of the stall is an old couple. Seeing Mu Hanyan coming, the old woman's expression also changed, she squeezed out a smiling face, and was about to speak, but the old man said to Mu Hanyan in a nasty voice: "Small business, no credit! If you want to eat, you can get the money. Just leave the money!"
As soon as these words came out, the old woman's face immediately turned white, and she slapped the old man on the back: "You are crazy, this is Mu Dawan... This is Mu Dagong, the Mu Dagong of the city lord's mansion Ah." Although the two young masters of the city lord look the same, they are very recognizable. Because there is a bright red mole in the middle of the eldest son's forehead, who else is the person in front of him not Mu Dadan? Then look at how the peddlers around are avoiding snakes and scorpions, what else do you not understand
"Eldest son, good morning, what do you want to eat? Hey, I'm so confused, we only have wontons here, and eldest son, would you like two bowls?" The old woman asked cautiously with a smile.
"Two bowls." Mu Hanyan replied with a smile.
"What are you doing with the pestle? Immortal, hurry up and cook!" The old woman patted the old man's back again, but even a fool could hear the worry in her tone.
What are you worried about? Is there any need to talk about it? Worried that his wife's temper would come up against Mu Dawan. Is there any good result
"Let's talk about it first, small business, no credit... Oh, damn old woman, beat me again, sooner or later I will be beaten to death by you."
"This has been fought for decades, hasn't it been killed yet?"
"Hey, I know you are reluctant."
"Don't talk too much, go cook wontons. Hurry up, the coffins of the two of us depend on you."
"This man eats for nothing, how can we save up for the coffin?" The old man muttered unconvinced.
"One piece of board is missing, can't we pick it up by ourselves?" The old woman yelled with her hands on her hips.
Hahaha, Mu Hanyan finally couldn't help laughing.
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